It is autumn.I am here among nature,where hues bud through greeneryand life radiates with colors.

I have entered the mysteryseeking the old creation –the secrecyof juvenile world’s observationthat had woven the itineraryof the future hesitationand the reverie that sailed onto all corners of creativity.

Through the mysterymysteries are born,the old world makes its entryoffering a budding wishto the mystery.

It is autumn…Is it the moment to construe,or merging of mysteries old and new,or a course of improvised hues?

The past reflects in the newly viewedwith its finely-tuned hues –life is the incarnation of mystery.